MOM'S REQUEST!

Every quilt has a story to tell. This quilt is no exception. If it could talk this is what it would say about how it came to be "My quilt from Mom."

Upon her deathbed my mom made me promise that I would finish a quilt that she had started before she got ill to give to my brother John. I had no choice but to make her wish a reality. After leaving the hospital room I was not happy to think that I had to do this. Reasoning was my mom was the mother of eleven children whom she was or had made or in the process of making quilts for. I asked her why I had to do this? She didn't make one for me and I am the oldest. Her reply was, you know how to quilt and you can make your own. Well, my feelings were truly hurt. She told me where to find the quilt pieces and sure enough the pieces were packed in a box neatly put away where I would find them. I bought the box home and for twenty years looked at it wondering what to do with the pieces. Upset that each of my brothers and sisters had a piece of mom to remember and I didn't was not getting me anywhere. So after knowing that my brother and wife were having a new home built and developing a new frame of mind, I started working on the quilt project. I wanted to give them something for their new home and thought this would be perfect. I called their daughter who lived near by and made arrangements for her to keep her parents at home so we could come to see their new home after church on Sunday. Along with dinner that my husband and I had prepared and taken out to their home not saying anything about the quilt we went to visit. The quilt neatly wrapped stayed in the van until we saw the house and had dinner. He had no idea the quilt was finished. I presented the quilt to him. He had no idea what was in the package. He tore into the package and when his eyes looked upon the quilt he cried, cried and cried. Wrapped him self in the quilt and cried some more. So today, no one is allowed to touch the quilt. I was still a little sad when I came home because all I have are memories. Now, I kind of miss that brown box that was a staple in the closet for twenty years. What do I put in that spot now?????